I was inspired to write an Arthur based story while watching the show with my 4 year old cousin whom I was babysitting at the

Disclaimer: I don't own Arthur or any of the characters; however I do own the plot of this story.

A/N: I really wanted to do a chapter dedicated to D.W. because she can be pretty hilarious at times. This chapter is about D.W. feel of high school, so will it be everything she hoped it would be?

D.W. stood in the hallway of her homeroom with not an utter clue as to where her next class would be. She gazed around the many students milling to and fro, it was like a miniature New York City had been stuffed in a single building. She let out a sigh and tried to blend herself into the crowd, maybe her feet would magically set her where she needed to go. Instead someone who she didn't recognize shoved passed her, "Hey, watch where you're going!"

"Sorry," D.W. tried calling after who ever it had been, but it was pointless the person just gave her an annoyed look and disappeared into the sea of students. Dropping her head full of shoulder length caramel hair she began walking, "why did I ever think I was ready for this?"

"D.W.?" a familiar sugary voice asked and immediately the girl looked up. There stood a girl with long blonde hair and large eyes of turquoise with a grin spread across her glossed lips. Emily had changed somewhat over the summer and for the better. She seemed to glide next to D.W. with poise, "what's wrong D.W.?"

"Emily!" D.W. shouted happy to see a familiar face. She reached over and pulled her best friend into a hug, "I haven't seen you all summer."

"I know," Emily replied peeling D.W. away with a giggle, "but I'm here now."

"Oh, Emily it's terrible, just terrible I have no idea where to go?"

"Let me see you're schedule," Emily demanded holding out her hand. D.W. quickly obliged and handed the girl the sheet of paper crumbled up in her hand.

Emily scanned it quickly and a smile escalated onto her lips, "You're in luck D.W. we both have our first class together."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"Math," she beamed.

"Great," D.W. replied with a sour face. Emily rolled her eyes and nudged D.W. so she'd follow. As they made their way down the hall the two had earned quite a few stares, which D.W. came to notice weren't directed at her, but the blonde beside her. 'Great,' D.W thought to herself, 'Miss. Perfect is once again the center of attention.'

"Something the matter?" Emily asked seeing the brunette's off look.

D.W. threw in a fake smile, "no of course not." She gave Emily a quick once over, D.W. didn't see what was so great about the way she looked anyhow; all she was wearing was a white cotton mini skirt with a navy long sleeved shirt, what was wrong with D.W.'s short pink dress. She let out a sigh and followed Emily into the classroom.

"Oh I'm thinking of trying out for cheerleading," Emily whispered as they made their way over to a pair of desks by the window.

"Cheerleading?" D.W. asked alarmed, but Emily just nodded with a grin.

"It'll be so much fun." Fun wasn't exactly the word D.W. had in mind, accident was more like it. Suddenly she had a vision of her waving around pom poms and tempting a flip in the air, which no doubt resulted not in the injury of herself but the rest of the squad as well. She could already imagine Muffy's broiling face as she did her best not to shout at Arthur's little sister. "You should try out with me."

"Um…I'll think about it," D.W. gulped.

D.W. gazed around the room full of freshman like herself while the teacher situated himself. Some looked nervous, not yet sure of what to expect, other's gazed around absentmindedly. Some just wanted to sleep, while other's chatted or intently waited for class to begin. She spotted the Tibble twins in the back corner on the opposite side of the room flicking a paper football at each other. The twins were dressed in t-shirts, Timmy's was blue and Tommy's red. They waved at D.W. once they caught her staring. She meekly smiled in return and turned to face front once she heard the teacher begin roll call. She peeked around Emily's shoulder, who was seated in front of her, noticing that the girl already had her notebook and calculator out; D.W. just rolled her eyes. It wasn't until she set her eyes on the teacher did she notice the reason why Emily and a bunch of other girls were sitting up so straight. The teacher looked as if he was fresh out of college with the most alluring grey eyes she had ever seen. His black hair was slightly spiky and he wore a black collared shirt and khaki's. D.W. sighed dreamily as he introduced himself, she didn't care if he taught the most horrid subject in the world she would still give him her undivided attention.

"Hey class," he began his voice seemed to draw the class in, " I hope you're all enjoying yourselves on you're first day of high school. I'm Mr. Davis, but you can all call me Keith. I'll try and make math as interesting as possible, but let's just start with roll call." The girls sighed while the boys just rolled their eyes. He began reading off the names. D.W. watched Mr. Davis crack a tiny smile as he moved the sheet of paper back and forth as if trying to make sense of it, "Um…Dora Winifred Read…Dora Winfred Read?" The class burst into laughter which was no doubt started by the Tibble twins. D.W. put her head down as the Tibble's turned to look her way, and very slowly she raised her hand.

"I liked to be called D.W."

"I can see why," Timmy laughed, but Mr. Davis merely frowned at him.

"Alright that's enough everyone, Dora's a lovely name, and besides I have an aunt named Winifred. I like D.W. it has a nice edge, nice." D.W. lifted her head as she met the teacher's eyes who were smiling back at her kindly, "D.W. then?"

"D.W.," she nodded in agreement with a shy smile in return.

D.W. quickly gathered her things and bustled out of the classroom and into the traffic jammed hallway. "D.W. wait up," Emily called after her, stepping beside her with the grace of a ballerina, "Wasn't he just dreamy?"

"Yeah," the brunette agreed nodding her head, "And he said Dora was a lovely name, why doesn't everyone call me Dora."

"Because you said to call you D.W.," Emily replied as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

"Oh yeah, well anyhow he called D.W. edgy so that's fine too." Emily rolled her eyes just has the red t-shirted Tibble joined them.

"Hey ladies, where are you two headed next?"

"French," Emily replied with a smile.

"Biology," D.W. said at the same time.

"Biology, me too," Tommy added with light nod. Emily waved them off before disappearing down the corner.

"I have no idea where to go?" D.W. said. Tommy placed both hands behind his head, "You're in luck, D.W. I know the whole layout of this school, plus every exit."

"You're not thinking about cutting are you?"

"Of course not," he laughed, "Grandma would have a heart attack, besides I think I'll like it here."

"Joining any sport?"

"Probably soccer, Timmy wants to play football," he shrugged.

"I'd expect that, Emily wants me to try out for cheerleading, it could be fun."

"Maybe," he added nonchalantly, "hey D.W., I'm sorry I made fun of your name."

"It's ok," she smiled up at him, glad she had another friend besides her, it made high school seem all the more simpler. Tommy stopped before a line of student's standing beside the door of the biology room, indicating the teacher wasn't here yet. D.W. sighed; she hated waiting for teachers. She turned around when spotting a short haired brunette who she immediately recognized walking right passed them. "I'll be a minute," she told Tommy before following the brunette.

"Francine…Francine wait up," she huffed hoping she wouldn't have to go too far. Francine turned around and smiled.

"Hey D.W. how's your first day going?"

D.W. paused unsure of how to answer, "Um…good."

"Glad you're enjoying yourself kido," she smiled ruffling the younger girl's hair. D.W. scoffed shaking her hand off; honestly she wasn't a child anymore but 14.

She looked up at Francine, "what do you think of cheerleading?"

"Not my kind of thing, but hey my best friend is a cheerleader so I totally respect the sport, why?"

"I was thinking of trying out, but I'm not sure, I mean cheerleaders can have their noses in the air."

Francine laughed, "Muffy maybe condescending but it isn't because of the cheerleading, it's just the way Muffy is, and besides that's just a stereotype, if you love it then you should go for it."

"Thanks, Francine," she replied with a smile, "Oh, and don't be mad at Arthur for not keeping in touch, its not his fault Grandpa Dave doesn't understand the importance of the internet."

Francine chuckled before waving her off, D.W. was really something.

A/N

: How was that for chapter 2, I hope you all enjoyed. Next chapter will defiantly include cheerleading tryouts for Emily and D.W., but also feature the rest of the characters, especially Buster. Remember reviews are appreciated, including constructive criticism.